Abyss Walker

Chapter 230 The Temple of Dugu (Part 2)

The temple gates were tightly closed, and the heavy wooden doors were carved with intricate patterns. The interwoven lines contained ancient symbols and mysterious totems, and every detail exuded solemnity.

These patterns seem to tell ancient stories, each line revealing mystery and power, as if they are the marks of time, frozen on this heavy door.

Yun Muhan took a deep breath, stepped forward, and gently pushed open the temple door.

The door opened slowly, creaking softly, like a whisper of history, inspiring awe. An ancient aura wafted out, carrying a hint of dust and the sedimentation of time.

As the temple gates slowly opened, Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling stepped into a hall filled with a mysterious atmosphere.

In the center of the hall stood a huge stone platform, its surface as smooth as a mirror, as if polished over countless years.

The surrounding walls are carved with murals depicting heroes of the Dugu family throughout history. Each mural is lifelike, with smooth lines, and the expressions and movements of the figures are depicted in great detail, as if telling the story of past glories.

"The aura here is incredibly strong," Dugu Jianling murmured, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, the patterns on the hilt leaving clear imprints on his palm. His eyes scanned his surroundings warily, ready to deal with any enemies that might appear.

Yun Muhan nodded, his gaze sweeping across the hall, searching for possible clues: "Everywhere here could be a trap or mechanism, we must be careful."

The interior of the temple was dark and deep, with only a few rays of sunlight shining through the cracks, creating dappled light and shadow, like fragments of time scattered on the ground.

The air inside the temple carried a musty and dusty smell, indicating that it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Ancient murals and sculptures on the surrounding walls appear and disappear in the dim light, like sleeping guardians telling tales of past glories.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from behind, a slight "creaking" sound, as if some kind of mechanism had been triggered.

Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling reacted almost simultaneously, their movements swift and coordinated, as if they had practiced countless times.

Without any hesitation, the two immediately became alert, and in a flash, they hid behind the huge stone platform in the center of the hall to conceal themselves.

Their movements were as light as a cat's, without making a sound, as if they blended into the surrounding shadows.

In this tense situation, they were extremely careful with every movement. Yun Muhan's breathing was slightly rapid, but he quickly adjusted and tried to keep his breathing steady and silent.

His fingers gently caressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, feeling its warmth and texture, ready to draw his sword at any moment.

Dugu Jianling turned slightly to the side, pressing his body against the edge of the stone platform. His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, scanning every corner, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

The two tried to avoid colliding with the stone platform to avoid making any noise that might reveal their location.

Several masked men dressed in black appeared silently at the entrance of the hall, their figures appearing particularly mysterious in the dim light.

These masked men moved nimbly and cautiously, each step taken with utmost care, as if they were stepping on a powder keg that could explode at any moment.

Their eyes scanned the hall quickly, a hint of wariness and urgency in their gazes, clearly searching for something.

These people moved quickly but calmly, clearly indicating that they were familiar with the place, or at least had a deep understanding of the dangers it held.

The leader of the men in black held a similar treasure map in his hand, and he frequently compared the map with the environment in the hall, seemingly searching for a key clue.

His voice was deep and hoarse, and although it was covered by a veil, one could still sense the urgency in his tone: "Hurry up, this should be the place we're looking for, and the Dugu Yan Sword must be nearby."

Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling hid behind the stone platform, their eyes fixed on the men in black, quickly calculating their countermeasures.

Yun Muhan frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He knew that these people had also come for the Dugu Yan Sword, and they were clearly well prepared.

Dugu Jianling's breathing became rapid. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. However, he did not make any rash moves, but quietly observed his opponent's actions, waiting for the best opportunity.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and a suffocating atmosphere of tension filled the hall.

"It seems we're not the only ones who know this secret," Yun Muhan said in a low voice.

Dugu Jianling gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, a resolute glint in his eyes: "I absolutely cannot let this divine weapon fall into the hands of others. Slaughter them all, show no mercy."

"I will show no mercy. In the martial world, it's common knowledge that the weak deserve only a miserable death. If I don't kill them, they will kill me."

The men in black began searching the hall. They seemed unaware of Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling's presence, which provided the two with an excellent opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling moved silently behind them, like ghosts in the night, without attracting any attention.

"Make your move!" Yun Muhan shouted, and his figure appeared among the men in black like a ghost.

Dugu Jianling followed closely behind, his sword flashing like lightning as he instantly slashed at the enemy. This attack came suddenly and was filled with deadly threat.

The men in black reacted swiftly, immediately drawing their weapons to retaliate. However, Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling's attacks were too rapid, catching them off guard.

The four swords in Yun Muhan's hands—ice, fire, poison, and lightning—played a significant role in the battle.

He adapts to changing circumstances, switching sword techniques according to different enemies. Ice Dragon Descends to freeze the enemy's movements, Blazing Flames Burn the Enemy's Defenses, Poison Dragon Devours the Sun to Corrode the Enemy's Weapons, and Thunderous Might swiftly and decisively crushes the enemy's formation.

Every switch was carefully considered tactically, and every attack was precise and deadly.

Dugu Jianling's swordsmanship is more direct and fierce; every strike is filled with killing intent. His sword is like the scythe of death, reaping the lives of his enemies. His attacks are without hesitation; every swing of the sword is aimed directly at the enemy's vital points.

The battle was intense but brief. Although the number of men in black was large, they were quickly defeated by the combined efforts of Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling.

The two worked together seamlessly, bringing their swordsmanship and tactics to their fullest potential.

Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling stood in the center of the hall, panting heavily.

"It seems we have more than just these enemies." Yun Muhan wiped the blood off his sword.

Dugu Jianling nodded: "We must speed up, find the Dugu Yan Sword, and then leave this place."

The two did not linger; they continued to explore the temple, searching for clues about the Dugu Yan Sword.

Yun Muhan and Dugu Jianling's footsteps echoed in the empty temple, their eyes sharp as hawks, wary of any potential threat.

As they ventured deeper into the temple, the humidity in the air gradually increased, and water droplets began to appear on the stone walls, their dripping sound particularly clear in the quiet passageway.

"The environment here is getting increasingly humid, we need to be careful," Yun Muhan warned, his steps light and steady, each step taken with extreme caution.

Dugu Jianling nodded. His sword was already sheathed, but his hand remained on the hilt, ready to draw it again at any moment. "The humidity is so high; there might be traps taking advantage of this."

Before they could finish speaking, a heavy slamming sound came from the stone door closing in the passage ahead. Immediately afterward, streams of water gushed out from the cracks in the stone walls, quickly forming puddles on the ground.

"Oh no, it's a water trap!" Yun Muhan quickly realized. He drew his fire sword, and the blazing sword energy swept through the humid air, attempting to evaporate some of the accumulated water.